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Dec 2011
It really isn't fair you know
To play me like a game
You cause a fall
You aren't at fault
You do not know my name

I've thought of you quite often in
These last few lonely months
You don't know this
You won't notice
You do not know my name

I pass by you when I take walks
Then falter in my step
You feel nothing
You keep walking
You do not know my name
Joe Picardi
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Joe Picardi
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   Kayla Hollatz
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